Summary: AU: Wilson Laboratory has lost their biggest success and biggest failure. The subject was meant to kill, meant as a weapon. The subject is a teenage girl, a teenage monster not meant for the human eyes to see before done. Then how did she make friends?!

Chapter 1: Wilson Laboratory

"The subject has tried to escape ten times this day, Dr. Wilson."

"Don't let her, she is too dangerous for the puny innocent outside the lab."

"But Dr. Wilson, shouldn't we put her down then?"

"No, she's too powerful to be let go off." Pause. "Double the security, she cannot escape. I have worked too hard on making this weapon and I will not let her escape!"

"Yes, sir."

The static voices rung against her ears. She was strapped to a metal bed against the wall, hard cold metal held her arms, feet, belly and neck to the plate. A metal helmet was placed over her eyes, if she could not see, then she could not kill.

The subject wore a long armless gray dress. The dress was worn and ripped from her many attempts to escape.

Long purple hair hung all the way to her knees, purple eyes shielded from the world. Pale skin never touched by sunlight. She looked human enough to fool, but she was a monster.

Born from mixed DNA, she was their first success of life. They took care of her, her family was her creator. She did not have real parents, she did not have family, she did not have a life…

Who was she?

"Sir, the subject is awake."

"Good, I wish to speak with her."

"I will keep the doors open if you need to escape."

"No, I will not risk her escape again."

"Very well."

The sound of the huge metal door opened. The subject raised her head, but could not see who had entered.

"Good morning, Subject." She growled, showing of a sharp set of teeth. "Not happy today? That is fine, you could not harm me anyway."

She didn't answer, if wasn't that she didn't know how or the fact that they had not even tried to teach her how to talk, write, read or anything. She figured out how to walk the day she was put to life, but that did not help. She learned that on her own, not from them.

"Anyway, I heard about your little escape attempt, that is bad and I will have to punish you." She heard him click a button and a wave of electricity shot through her body. She couldn't scream. The pain lasted five minutes until her body was numb. "Good you are still awake, remember Subject. I do this for your safety." She heard the door open and close and the lock shut.

"Dr. Wilson, do you think it is a good idea to punish her? I mean, if she get the helmet off she could kill us all."

"Quiet Dr. Logan, I know what I am doing. The subject is under control and I have a feeling she will not try to escape for a good long while."

"..."

"Are you not going to answer Dr. Logan?"

"I'm sorry Dr. Wilson, I just don't think we treat her right. She don't even have name, we just call her Subject."

"What would you want to name her?"

"I don't know… Raven maybe…"

"Why Raven?"

"It's the dark bird. My son loves that bird, I don't know why. But I like it too, it's a strange special bird I would say."

"Very well Dr. Logan, you may call her Raven. But to everyone else, she is Subject 0097."

It was quiet again. Not even a footstep. That was, until she heard the doors open. She lifted her head, but still could not see.

"You poor thing…" She heard. She heard the splashing sound of water and she started to struggle, for some reason she feared water. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. You just got a little hurt when you tried to escape." She felt a wet cloth cover her arm and she hissed.

"I wish I could help you, Raven…" It was him, the only doctor at this place that seem to care. "I really do, but Dr. Wilson is determinant. If I knew he would hurt you so bad, I would never have signed up for it. I'm the only one in the lab that knows how life works, without me you wouldn't have been in this pain."

The wet cloth left her arm and started on her other. "I so badly wish I could save you, Raven…" When the cloth left her again, she felt hands on the side of the helmet. It clicked before slowly becoming loose. "Please don't kill me, Raven… I only want to see if you're hurt." The helmet left her head.

The room was dark, but it was enough light for her to see Dr. Logan. He was a tall blond man with bright blue eyes. He smiled when he saw he was still alive. "Thank you, Raven…" He muttered. She blinked a few times before tilting her head to the side.

"I'm Mark Logan." He said with a smile. "You don't seem to be hurt, let me just." He picked up the cloth again and gently tapped it over her chin. "Just a little bruise, we gave you healing abilities so, you should be fine." He smiled as he placed the helmet on the ground.

"Mew…" She said, Mark looked at her with shock.

"Did you just 'mew'?" He asked.

"Mew…" She said again.

"I don't know where you learned to 'mew', but it's better than nothing. Maybe they put some cat DNA in you as well." He rubbed his cheek. "Anyway, I hate to do this…" He picked up the helmet again.

Both looked at in disgust. "I really wish I didn't have to do this…" He gently placed it back on her head, he, unlike the others, was gently and moved her hair if it got in the way of comfort. "I will come back tomorrow and help you eat, maybe I could teach you some human words too." He laughed as he clicked the helmet surprisingly comfortable back in place.

She heard him walk away and open the door. "... Mew…" She muttered before the door closed again.

xXx

Mark hated this job. They tortured created life, life that deserved to be free, to learn, to live. He parked his car inside the garage and walked inside. He sniffed the air, Marie was making his favorite tonight, Veggie taco.

He walked into the kitchen and found Marie and Garfield at the counter. Garfield, his son, 17 years old, was cutting cheese. Marie was emptying the veggie meat on a plate when she noticed Mark.

"Welcome home, Mark. How was work?" She asked with a smile that soon vanished when she saw her husband's sad eyes.

"They're torturing her." He growled as he sat down. "She didn't kill me though, I went to check on her after Wilson was done torturing that poor girl, she wasn't hurt much but I cleaned her up a little. Wilson allowed me to give her a name though, to everyone else she is Subject 0097, but I got to name her Raven…"

Garfield looked up. "Raven?"

"Yeah, she looks like one…" He laughed. "What's sad is that she doesn't know how to speak, write, read… She learned to walk on her first day alive. I wish I could set her free, but I can't…" He rubbed his face.

"What does she do?" Garfield asked.

"She's a weapon… To Wilson that is, I want to teach her to be human. She 'mewed' to me, she talks cat but not human!" He yelled.

"Why is she a weapon?" Marie asked as she and Garfield sat down to eat.

"She can kill with looks, that's why she has a blindfolding helmet, so she can't see who to kill. She seem to trust me as she didn't kill me…"

The family was silent for a while before Garfield spoke up. "I don't get it? Why would someone create a human weapon then torture her? I mean, that would only make them turn their back on them, right?"

"You've read comic books again, haven't you?" Mark laughed as Garfield looked away with a guilty smile. "Yes, it would make sense. I wouldn't blame her if she one day killed Wilson, but you see…" He took a bite of his food. "Wilson placed fear inside her, for example, Raven can't swim she's afraid of water. Wilson put fear of him inside her mind, what he could do to her, the pain he could cause her." The table went quiet again.

"So, Garfield… How was the first day of school?" Marie asked.

"It was okay, I meet Victor, Richard and Kori. Great people."

"That is goo-!" Marie started. "Mark, where are you going?" Mark stood up from the table with his phone in his hand.

"She escaped!" He said, worry crossed her face.

xXx

I like this so far? I it different from my other medieval stories, I think I'm going to finish it. I don't know why, but I like to work with two stories at the time, it makes me feel that I can do stuff...